Wrong Daughter: Night of the Blood Moon

By Amanishakhete

Before the Daughter was born into this world, her fate had already been decided. Her Earth mother, in a desperate attempt to secure eternal life for herself and her town, made a deal with the devil. But the devil's spawn, a demon daughter, was not what she expected. And now, it's up to the Daughter, a warrior with the blood of a West African pri

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kush Kingdom Publications
• Release date: Dec 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798989900831

Amanishakhete

Atlanta Author Amanishakhete (Uh-ma-nee-sha-keet), who renamed herself after the ancient Nubian Warrior Queen Amanishakheto, a Kandake of Kush, reigning from 10 BC to 1AD, conjures up an imagination full of colorful characters. Fans of Octavia Butler and Tony Morrison may enjoy Amanishakhete's Wrong Daughter: Night of the Blood Moon. Like her breakout series LaTonya, formerly the Tippy Ellis Series. Born in Osaka, Japan to an Air Force family but raised in the states, Amanishakhete (pen name) holds an Associate of Science (Portland Community College) and Bachelor of Science in Business and Communications (Concordia University), Business and International Relations graduate studies (University of East London), and a Master of Fine Arts in Fiction (Lindenwood University).

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Wrong Daughter

Night of the Blood Moon

Amani Shakhete

Kush Kingdom Publications

Amanishakhete

BOOKS BY AMANISHAKHETE

Wrong Daughter

LaTonya 1 Mama’s Daughter

LaTonya 2 Fathers Maybe

CDsBYBOSSAMANISHAKHETE(LadyBoss)

Exposed Murder 2012 Becoming Boss Still SexyRight Here

Right Here (extended) Cruizin

Mandingo Love Epiphany

Ignorance Will Not Be Televised

Wrong Daughter: Night of the Blood Moon

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Although businesses, locations, and organizations while real, they are used in a purely fictional way. Resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental unless it’s true.

Copyright © 2019 Allrights reserved

McDaniel Publishing Group

KushKingdomPublications

ISBNs:

978-1-7332194-7-1(Hardcopy)

978-1-7332194-9-5 (Paperback)

ISBN: 978-1-7332194-8-8 (e-book)

CREDITS

Proof/Copy Editor: LD Davis

Cover Design: Inkwolf Design

Source Graphic: John Edgar Design

Interior Book Design: Jera Publishing

Printing and Distribution IngramSpark

FirstPrintingDecember2023

Contents

Title Page

Author’s Notes

Chapter 1                                            

Chapter 2                                              

Chapter 3                                              

Chapter 4                                              

Chapter 5                                                

Chapter 6                                          

Chapter 7                                            

Chapter 8                                              

Chapter 9                                            

Chapter 10                                            

Chapter 11                                          

Chapter 12                                          

Chapter 13                                          

Chapter 14                                            

Chapter 15                                          

Chapter 16                                          

Chapter 17                                            

Chapter 18                                            

Chapter 19                                          

Chapter 20                                            

Chapter 21                                              

Chapter 22                                            

Chapter 23                                            

Chapter 24                                            

Chapter 25                                          

Chapter 26                                            

Chapter 27                                            

Chapter 28                                          

Chapter 29                                          

Chapter 30                                          

Chapter 31                                          

Chapter 32                                            

Chapter 33                                              

Chapter 34                                            

Chapter 35                                          

Chapter 36                                            

Chapter 37                                            

Chapter 38                                            

Chapter 39                                            

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Epilogue

About Boss Amanishakhete

Author’s Notes

Fact vs. Fiction

Wrong Daughter readers will find an imaginative reconstruction of historical events. Remnants of true African and European history, in the early 1600s, are woven into this story, but the characters are fictional, including references to Emperors and Kings.

Aside from this novel, there is an enormous amount of factual information on Africa, its history, royalty, and hierarchical structures. Readers can do their own research if they are interested in African history, not rewritten by white supremacists and fascist governments. Africa has a sacred history. Tampering with it is blasphemy and those doing it will reap karmic justice, from our African ancestors and the Creator of all things.

Other factual accounts include slavery and its impact on Africa. For instance, the Dutch were influential in the Transatlantic Slave Trade. However, they have since apologized to Africans and their descendants.

Reference to a Hiding Tree and Hanging Tree are actual trees and named as such. Located in the city of Blakeley, Alabama, a ghost town, where residents died of a yellow fever outbreak in the 1800s. Throughout Alabama, there were countless lynchings of Africans, including in Baldwin County where the town of Blakeley was. The town was also the site where the Confederates lost the war against freedom fighters. Blakeley is now a designated ghost town and Historic state park located in Spanish Fort, Alabama. Graves are still there, and the state park hosts re-enactments of the 1865 Civil War.

Wrong Daughter alludes to the greatness of Africa and its favor in the universe. Thus, the reference to Semperian, created by author Amanishakhete.

As a person of African descent, I am proud. I believe we hold the key to the greatest spiritual truth revealed to humans and it is more than what our ancestors were taught in slavery and in Western religions.

In my belief, life does not end in a heaven or a hell, those temporary realms are merely passageways. Life is eternal and continuous.

Moving forward, I encourage anyone open to spiritualism over religion, break free from invisible chains that limit your ability to think beyond the stars. Break free from a beginner’s existence. Earth is not the only planet and humans are not the only living life in this billions of years old universe with millions of galaxies and planets.

The Creator I’m in touch with is genderless and concerns itself with more than this young planet of ignorance.

Enjoy your journey with us, heeding the words of Semperian.

Standing in my truth,

Boss Amanishakhete

Knowledge of Semperian Diagram

Knowledge of Semperian      

In the NO beginning

I am Semperian a formless energy from Source Consciousness, all-knowing, no beginning and no end. It created the universe and Semperian Guards, who can be seen, traveling the millions of galaxies and planets in saucerships. Semperian is the creative genius that protects Source Consciousness. Semperian Guards maintain order.

Universal Balance.

Guards created an operational function to manage the living and growing universe under a system of laws: vibration, attraction, divine oneness, polarity, compensation, correspondence, inspired action, cause and effect, relativity, gender, perpetual transmutation of energy and law of rhythm. Semperian Guards also proposed creating planetary realms to tame the transmutation of energy, and the life forms that exist from it. To ensure safety and universal harmony.

Semperian designed light, learning, and dark realms under the polarity law.

Light realms are for souls to train in the use of light manipulation before they are approved to become light beings throughout the universe.

Light realms include higher insight on ways to evolve to higher conscientiousness. They may evolve into higher powers like that of the Semperian Guard allowed to use a limited supply of Semperian energy.

Learning realms prepare souls for birth and rebirth on Earth.

Light realms attach to planets throughout the galaxies. Dark realms attach to Earth.

There are 3 dark realms.

The first two operated by Luciferno (Lucifer) Fallen Guard 1 and the second one by Satana (Satan) Fallen 2.

Lucifer and Satan have an agreement with Semperian to operate the first two realms.

The third dark realm operates outside of the universal laws and would for 17 centuries. Semperian scheduled it for permanent removal from the universal life cycle on solstice of 1925.

Apollyon Diabolus Fallen 17 resides in that inferno waiting to capture unsuspecting souls. His goal is freedom and to take Semperian. Humans beware.

Semperian will watch curiously until at such time I will end it.

Before

Blood Moon of 1630

In the mountains of Africa, 100 young recruits ages 13-16 trained for military service. They would join the 30,000 warriors serving the Mali-Songhai Dynasty, the most powerful partnership in West Africa.

Coming from the leaders’ tent shared with my friend, I called brother, hide I cannot. The big grin on my face, Senegal noticed as he jogged up to me in full body armor.

Ah huh, my brother what good news you have?"

Ahhh, I replied, lowering my eyes. I must look like a schoolboy with his first crush.

Come on, Senegal pushed. What did the messenger bring.

"Okay, okay, a note from Father, it is official. I am to wed Kalinga in the coming weeks.

"Kalinga, from the Mali tribe and cousin to the Njinga clan, turned 16. The elder Emperor gave his blessing.

All right my brother, Senegal clapped She is what they call good to look at, fresh as the day is young.

You stop it, I scolded, friendly. As you wish my prince, he bowed.

I hated the attention, especially from Senegal. But comes with being a prince of a powerful family and a future heir to the Mali-Songhai throne.

If brother teases, so can I, What say you general Nirobi? How are the boys shaping up?

He chuckled, My prince, they will be ready in another week, be home before your big day.

Good, we’ve been here going on three months, I am longing for my bed.

Soon to be accompanied by the future Mrs. Ndanga-Njinga, the general smiled.

Has a nice ring to it, the prince smiled along with his friend.

Located on seven hills in western Portugal the sun shined often in Lisbon, a city along the sealine at the river’s mouth. The Conquistador received word from an ally, planning to betray the Mali-Songhai Empire. Based on the information, he ordered the Portuguese troops to prepare for war.

On the second terrace in the Ndanga-Njinga castle, Prince Ndanga III spoke privately with Royal Mother about the plan. Ndanga III was the second son to the late King Hereto Shaman Ndanga of Songhai, who upon his death, installed his Daughter Shandake Aminata as King.

Leader of the King’s court had called a meeting of its members and royal family, and read aloud the late king’s orders. Opened the elongated scroll, from the skin of a mystical sea urchin, signed in melted gold and a symbol that swore allegiance to Semperian, a six-pointed star with a half moon underneath.

I, Hereto Shaman Ndanga King of Songhai West Africa, swear allegiance to Semperian. Upon my death, my Daughter, Princess Shandake Aminata Ndanga of Songhai, will be my successor. She will honor my wishes for the health, wealth, and protection of the good people of this land of Africans.

Ndanga III hated his father for choosing his half-sister over him. His mother, the second wife, and widow of the King, hoped to have ensured her son’s succession by murdering the King and his first son.

Tonight mother, Portuguese soldiers will descend upon the prince’s training camp. Shandake will be at our mercy.

His mother lightly kissed his lips, Soon she will be forced to abdicate the throne for you the rightful heir.

He nodded, My undeserving sister will feel the pain my father caused me.

His mother saw the hurt in his eyes even though he hid his feelings publicly. Despite the blood on her hands, the King installed the princess as his successor.

Senegal kicked off the nighttime celebration, honoring each recruit. Raised his cup, Each of you has worked hard and I am proud to call you one of our own.

Whoop, whoop, yip, yip, kuru kuru, kuru, they all cheered. Now we will have words from our future Emperor and King, General Nirobi stepped back for the prince to stand before the boys.

Whoop, whoop, yip, yip, kurukuru, kurukuru.

I am also honored and pleased to see such strength. You are no longer boys, you are warriors. In the memory of my grandfather the late King Ndanga, may each of you live a long life, honoring Semperian with your lives. And of course, may you marry a beautiful woman have plenty of babies, and build more soldiers.

Whoop, whoop, yip, yip, kurukuru, kurukuru.

The general spoke, Okay, okay before we carry on, time to take the final step as Mali-Songhai soldiers.

The general paused then laughed although a serious matter, Bring your ugly heads over to our quarters. You will receive the symbol of a red X atop your shaven heads. Finalizing your entry into the military partnership.

They came from nowhere and invaded our camp while we slept after celebrating into the night.

Boli, Boli, run, run, the general ordered as spears flew around us. Then I heard a sound like thunder, never heard before.

Get your weapons, Aw ka marifaw sɔrɔ.

I watched as young soldiers jumped up from cots, and ran for weapons. I joined them along with Senegal both of us, wearing warrior skins.

Boli, boli, Aw ka marifaw sɔrɔ.

I see them, their plastic skin the color of the once white moon, turned red. They came with spears of thundering fire, blowing holes in young soldiers fighting back. Blood spatters everywhere.

I managed to kill a few men with moon faces with my arrows, stab the ones fallen on the ground with my spear, knife slash their throat. Senegal. The fire spear crashes through his chest, blood shooting out his back. I ran to him, held his head in my lap, Senegal. His eyes pierce mine with his love for me as his good friend and brother, Boli, my prince, his eyes closed.

I cannot. Run. They killed my brother, so I made him a promise, We will have our revenge, kill them all with the power of Semperian.

They captured 60 of my trainees, 40 lay dead.

They pulled my brother from me, forced my hands behind me, and roped them to my ankles. Covered my mouth as if I had strength to shout. Dropped a heavy chain sack over me.

A strong wind upheaved from the night dirt. It is death pulling from still African bodies. I see it. Golden spirits ascend beyond the moon defaced by drunken blood. I heard them. Their whispers will spread like wildfire across the seas through centuries to come.

Semperian, I accept my fate. Semperian, n bɛ sɔn n ka siniɲɛsigi ma.

Ndanga III returned to West Africa with his mother after overthrowing King Shandake. He installed himself as King and Emperor, a dual role meant for the captured Ndanga-Njinga heir.

As Emperor King, he used his military to help the Portuguese and Dutch invade the rest of Africa. They slaughtered elephants for ivory tucks, leopards for pelts, and stole diamonds, rubies, and emeralds.

The invasion of Africa worsened, demolishing thousands of Villages, and enslaving hundreds of thousands of dark-skinned natives to serve Portugal, the Netherlands, and the Americas.

The birth of chattel slavery as the Transatlantic Slave Trade would go down in history as the most horrific, capturing and murdering millions of Africans for profit.

1630 - Thonis Baldwin

Proudly I stood as ship crews forcibly unloaded African men, women, and children made to travel the thousands of miles I once traveled. Human cargo shackled side-by-side face-up, face-down on rows of unfinished wooden slats, during the treacherous journey. The dead fed to sea creatures.

The cargo I paid handsomely for paraded past me, chained foot-to-foot, wrist-to-wrist, neck-to-neck, wreaking of dried shit and vomit. The cargo was malnourished, and dehydrated their skin torn from shackles and whips.

The crew shoved the Africans into the caged homes we prepared for them anticipating their arrival.

One African male dressed in full body attire and lambskin boots, walked up to the front, grabbed the cage bars, and shook them fiercely. The captives behind him bowed their heads in reverence and backed away.

I walked up to the cage and stood in front of the angry caged African, whose wide nostrils flared, strong jaws clenched. His daring eyes bore into my soul, grunting like the leopard skin he wore. His head was shaven except for two thick reddish-brown braids, entwined with brass coil. They lay side-by-side attached from the tip of his forehead over the top of his head, down past the base of his skull, stopping mid back. His body managed to escape the filth.

Appearing regal with unspoken power over the others. I kept my eyes glued to his, watching me like prey.

Prince Hereto Abiola Ndanga-Njinga, I am Thonis Baldwin master of Baldwin Town. I am your new king.

The African Prince couldn’t speak English but understood the authority and hatred coming from the Dutchman’s mouth and would regard him as the enemy.

Prince Njinga responded in his father’s Malian language Bambara, "Ni fanga ye ka bɔ Semperian fɛ, ne bɛ i n’ i ka mɔgɔw danga ka taa jahanama banbali la ani saya banbali la.

With the power of Semperian, curse you and your people to endless hell and continual death."

I laughed loudly. Stood closer to the prince, I showed no fear and made him a promise, May your numbered days here prepare you for your rightful place in that endless hell.

Kate Baldwin

Prince Abiola Hereto Ndanga-Njinga was the only child and son of Emperor Abiola Hysan Njinga II and King Shandake Ndanga of the Mali-Songhai Dynasties, the largest and most powerful tribes in West Africa. His presence endangered Baldwin. I knew Thonis would win at all costs, so he would put fear into the enslaved by ridding them of their prince.

Africans were my people, and I often would take walks with my sister threw the fields. I wanted her to see the hardships experienced by the enslaved. Juelle would do her best to intervene when she saw something as heartless as pregnant women tilling in the hot sun.

Isn’t this what God would want from us, Juelle challenged Thonis. For us to treat these poor souls with care.

Woman, mind your business and keep Kate in line or she will join the others, threatened Thonis.

Sometimes Juelle could get through to her husband, but that day she noted a different man. He hardened in his new authority, to secure his legacy and wealth in his town.

Out walking the plantation with Juelle, I caught the prince’s eye. He worked alone, tilling the soil in one of the untamed fields, preparing it for a new crop. Three of Thonis’s men on horseback stood, holding a whip in one hand, a rifle in the saddle’s holster.

Recognizing the prince from stories my grandmother told me, I walked over to him.

Wait, Juelle called and ran after me.

The prince stood up with a shovel in hand, facing the two ladies who stood before him. Wearing the leopard skins, he arrived in, torn and battered along with his muscular body. His handsome brown face weathered and worn with red eyes tainted from sleepless nights. Thonis ordered the guards to keep the prince away from the Africans. But despite those orders, I saw a proud man.

One of the men shouted, hauled back the whip in his hand, preparing to thrash the prince. His skin already blemished with marks.

Stop, said Juelle.

The man stopped and scowled at us.

I walked up to the prince, he smiled and bowed.

I did the same and said in Bambara, Prince Njinga, ne bɛ yan ka i dɛmɛ ani ne bɛna na i sɔrɔ. Prince Njinga, I am here to help you and will come find you.

Juelle grabbed my hand, Come, my sister. The longer we stay the worse it will be.

Into the night, I walked quietly, keeping a promise I made. I found him hidden in the forest deep, away from the other enslaved. One guard would be on duty with a rifle in hand, looking for any excuse to murder the prince before his time.

Of course, Thonis would have him kept in horrific conditions, much worse than the other Africans who suffered almost as much.

Prince Ndanga couldn’t sit up in the cramped space, so he lay on his side. At night, he’ d be awake and shivering, thinking of another day without food. Inside that wooden box with cracks, wouldn’t keep out cold and rain. Heat would seep through, burning scars into his skin while shackled to metal posts in the cramped space.

He told me he used his circumstance as a test of humility, starting with the rodents who eyed him curiously.

I kɛra ka wuluwulu i n’a fɔ danfɛn min tɛ hadamaden ye. I n’a fɔ ne ye fanga sanfɛla ye cogo min na, i bɛ sɔn yan, i b’ i yɔrɔ dɔn. You were made to crawl as a creature not human. As I am of higher authority, you are permitted here, you know your place. Among the mice, a fat grey rat, better fed than him, came out from a corner. Not much space between him and the royal one but kept its distance.

We are aware of you royal one. We scavenge for food left by the drunken guards as they sleep.

The mice